Haven freezes, just for a second but I feel it. The way her breath catches, the way her body tenses slightly, the way her fingers hesitate where they’re tangled in my hair. She swallows. She moves again, slower almost like she’s taking in the weight of my words, rolling them around in her head, deciding what the fuck to do with them. “You want him to?”

I grin, slow and lazy, dragging my fingers down her spine, dipping just beneath the hem of her hoodie, letting my nails scrape lightly against her bare skin, enjoying the way she shivers at the contact.

“I don’t know, baby.” My voice is barely a murmur now, my lips moving against the bottom of her ear, letting every single word sink into her, letting them wrap around her like a fucking vice. “Do you?”

Her breath stutters, her thighs squeezing tighter around me, her nails digging just slightly into my shoulders, and I know she’s thinking about it.

I feel her breath stutter, the way her body tenses, then melts, how she shifts just slightly in my lap, like she’s testing herself, seeing if she can handle the weight of what I just said.

I drag my hands up her back, slow, teasing, fingertips pressing just enough to make her arch into me.

My mouth hovers over hers, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips, because fuck, I can tell she’s already slipping. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” I murmur, just a breath away, my voice nothing but rough heat against her mouth. “You liked every second he touched you. When we both did.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp, and she shakes her head slightly, like she’s trying to deny it, but I feel it. The way she squirms against me, the way her breathing picks up, the way she doesn’t pull away.

So, I push further. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, tasting the faint hint of coffee still lingering there, swallowing her sharp inhale when I press my mouth against hers, coaxing her into falling apart for me.

Her hands move, sliding beneath my hoodie, nails tracing the ridges of my stomach, and fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel her. I need her bare against me.

With one swift motion, I yank my hoodie over my head, tossing it aside.

She barely has time to react before I do the same to hers, tugging it up, over, until she’s sitting in my lap in nothing but her bra, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, her brown eyes hooded and dark.